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Sheldian, good fellow!

“I thought I put all this behind me years ago, when the last man who came barging into our lives was paid off and when Ruby was arrested. We’ve not had any mention of that bastar-of that man’s name for years. We washed our hands of him and his disease. If this is the same thing, I don’t know what I’ll do and it’s the last thing Gyth needs, not with his wedding coming up. Or Nessy for that matter, she just had the baby.”

*The following notice was hastily posted to those working and connected to The Laine Family Business; pushed under doors, left within letter boxes or handed in person, long before the morning's sun had risen*

Several years had come and gone since the last image of the brunette appeared in his dreams, with her radiating golden hue, yet unfamiliar blurred out features. Who she was and why she appeared in the deep shades of sleep eluded. It would be assumed she was his Mother. Any memory he had of her was lost in his infancy. Any time throughout his life the figure adorned in golden rays appeared, she shone with a warm, consoling and loving light that touched the heart of the deep sleeper. Her face was always an eluding curiosity and a constant fleeting hope.